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Poetry
Self Portrait
A weave of words from the man in the mirror.
A painting of me is a color tasting, some say.
Exploding colorful colors imploding intertwining
white and black painting, not! — A color fright!
Red, blue, yellow, and green, it grew together
from a dot to a colorful twirling plot painted
on my canvas of life, a cantus firmus melody.
-in me, fire — red the hue of blood, at times dire.
-in me, kindness — blue the hue of the sky, mildness.
-in me, warmth — yellow the sun’s hue, it informs.
-in me, peace — green nature’s hue, a comfy fleece.
Red, blue, yellow, and green a cacophonic bonhomie,
a colorful burst exploding making a wonderful noise
complete yet incomplete, still learning and yearning.
Passionate and kind people say, not always well-timed!
Caring too much, feeling too deep, a problem jarring?
Understand & love colorful me. A want not a command.
This poem was inspired by A-Word-A-Day prompts for April 2022 — Day 21 (Colorful) published in Promptly Written. Thanks, Christine.
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